Sweat beads rolling on Yang Jian's forehead.
He vaguely remembered that the documents submitted by a student named He Haixin in Youzhou mentioned several streets that they immediately wanted to demolish and renovate as cases.
Among them, many details are mentioned, how to compensate the demolition households, how to resettle personnel, who will undertake the construction, how to advance funds, when the house will be completed, how to allocate, and even how to ensure the quality of the house.
He didn't understand some of these links very well, but he was sure that since those Shangguans were going to flatter Gu Shiwu, it should not be difficult to implement.
However, he did not remember those links carefully, because he just thought about the principle of dominating the market alone, and he had already rejected it in his heart.
There are the most unscrupulous businessmen in Chang'an City.
These profiteers can easily choose to gain a reputation in their initial business, but if they neglect supervision later, these profiteers will show extreme greed in all aspects.
It is easy to speak and it is difficult to stop. He only feels that he is attached to power. The person who proposes such a plan is greedy in his heart. Since he has directly rejected it, he naturally will not see the names of the streets and alleys on the plans as cases.
When the old man saw Yang Jiang's appearance at this time, he knew that he didn't know where this was. He sneered and said, "Yang Zuyong, you claim to be a good official, but Chang'an City is so big, even in your jurisdiction, there are still places you have not walked through. Remember, our alley is called Luanshui Lane."
"The gutters under our alley are themselves a problem. When it rains, sewage will overflow, and it looks like countless turbulent flows running around the road."
The old man looked at him and continued, "But for us, this is not a big problem. Originally, the people living in our alley were all helpers who helped cobblers. But you must not know what exactly you are doing."
At this time, Yang Jian's anger had disappeared. He felt wronged, but he only felt that the old man had a good conversation. He might have read books and should have made it clear. So he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and asked, "Say, old man."
The old man did not get better because of his politeness. Then he sneered, "The Tang Dynasty is a prosperous era, but the war is the most expensive. Our frontier army needs to add a large amount of leather armor every year. Strong leather armor can not only protect the key points, but also keep the cold. The value of just one leather armor can cost an ordinary family for half a year. Even if we have money, we cannot use new armor. Therefore, every year, border troops in various places will transport residual armor and old armor that cannot be used to repair and renovate the city. Most of the people in our alley are running outside, and at least half a year will work in places where renovate leather armor in other places."
Yang Jiang knew that this kind of work that traveled around in other places would be hard, but he rarely communicated with people except for business, so he didn't know what to say at this time.
The old man with cold eyes seemed to have seen what he thought, "If you just work hard, it would be fine. If you work outside the country, the rewards will not be high, and you will not save much money throughout the year. Moreover, the renovation and repairing old armor requires many processes, two of which are to soak leather armor with special potions. In the past year, no matter how you protect it, the skin of your hands and arms will often ulcerate, and you will not be able to do heavy work at a young age, and the bones and joints of your hands and ten fingers will be deformed."
"Yang Zuyong, follow me."
The old man no longer saw Yang Jiang's face change, but just walked into the yard in front.
Yang Jiang followed him in and was stunned in an instant. He saw an elderly woman and a man in his fifties looking at him with resentment, wishing he could peel his skin and eat his flesh and blood.
The old woman and the man in his fifties had medicine cloth wrapped around his hands. Even so, it can be seen that the joints of their hands were swollen and twisted, and the flesh and blood on both hands were a little ulcerated, emitting a rotten smell that could not be blocked by the drug.
The two of them were sitting in the open space in the yard, filling kites. In front of them was a wooden basin with paste, and there were some unfinished or completed kites around them.
"After fifty years of our tranquil alley, at least half of us are like them, and can only do some scattered work to make ends meet. The officials do not provide any compensation for their previous work. Even now those officials are walking around this alley, for fear of being entangled."
老人深吸了一口气,也竭力让自己平静下来,他用一种极为复杂的目光看着杨降,慢慢的说道,“我们也知道了你母亲到了要用药的时候买不到药,但是杨租庸使,整个长安就只有你有母亲么?我们这条巷子里,很多人的孝心不比你差,但是他们根本不给母亲买药,因为他们根本买不起!他们能做的,只能保证他们的母亲不被饿死!”
Yang Jiang's body was shocked, and his chest seemed to be hammered by a big stone.
老人看着面色骤然苍白的杨降,缓缓说道,“杨租庸使,我们巷子里很多像他们这样的人,他们每天都会承受比你母亲更多的痛苦,但他们会去骂医馆么?杨租庸使,我知道你是真心想为大唐出力,你有你的为官之道,但他们这些人,他们就没有为大唐出过力吗?他们制的甲胄,为我大唐节省了多少钱,救了多少边关将士的性命,为什么他们就不配买药,不配住不漏雨的屋子?”
Yang Jian's face became paler, but his hands were clenched tightly. He looked at the old man and gritted his teeth and said, "I already know the situation here, but it is not that easy to be an official. Some merchants use this to force the officials to do things, but what I want to say is that some things are left to some merchants. It seems that you have gained benefits, but the people who may suffer losses in the future will be even greater."
The old man laughed.
He laughed, "Yang Zuyong, can you abandon your prejudices before you say these words and take a look at all the contents of the document first? If you have such concerns in your heart, you should first find a way to formulate subsequent regulatory measures. You will deny it for no reason because of a little concern in your heart and your so-called way of becoming an official? You said it is not that easy to be an official, but do you think you are the only one in the world who is the official?"
Yang Jiang paused again, and some of the twenty or thirty people following him couldn't help but laugh, "You don't even recognize Mr. Liu. When Mr. Liu was an official, you were still wearing open-crotch pants."
If another official was changed, I would probably have to ask who the old man was and what official he had been, but when these people laughed at him, Yang Jian's blood all over his face.
"How others become officials is their business. I, Yang, don't seek glory and wealth, but just want to have a clear conscience!"
He turned around without fear and looked at the ridiculed people and said angrily, "I have been an official for so many years and have not greedy for a single copper. Let me ask you, no matter what the starting point of this person is, will he behave properly with such means?"
His voice and expression were both harsh, and the people who mocked him for a moment were so scolded by him that he dared not speak out.
But at this moment, the old woman who was musked with a kite stopped, looked at Yang Jiang and said, "This official, I, an old woman, have never read a book and don't know any principles. But I dare to ask you, is it my own or is it my own to say it?"
Yang Jian was stunned and immediately said, "The character of a person is naturally judged by the people in Chang'an. It is not determined by oneself or by a few people."
The old woman did not hide her hatred at all and looked at Yang Jiang and said, "Then, this official, do you say, Chang'an says that there are many people with good character, or do you want to demolish the person here to build a new house for us?"
Yang Jiang was stunned.
The old woman raised her hands and let Yang Jian see her hands clearly. At the same time, she said hatefully, "This official, I think you will only say that you have a clear conscience. If a person like you really has a clear conscience after leaving here, then your heart will be eaten by a dog. What's the use of your reason? If your reason is right, don't say you can change us to two houses that are not leaking, can you change us to a medicine soup for two nights and a piece of meat?"
Yang Jiang's mind buzzed.
He wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to start.
The old woman had already laughed again, "And Chang'an said that that person is very good, why do you think you can be better than him? If you are useful enough and have been in Chang'an for so many years, you should have done countless good things for Chang'an people. Then the whole Chang'an people should be saying you are okay."
Yang Jiang still couldn't speak.
His chest was as breathless as if a big stone was pressed on him.
"You are the only one in Chang'an who does things like you. You are not a sage. How can you feel that the whole world is turbid and I am the only one who is clear? You can feel that you are more righteous than the rest of the people? Do you think so, do you think that the historical books of future generations will be like this?" The old man was no longer angry, but just looked at Yang Jiang coldly and said slowly, "Yang Zuyong, you really don't have to care who I am, but I can tell you that there is no second person in Chang'an who can do things like this young man. Even if there is a conscientious official, I ask the emperor to get enough money, demolish the place, and exchange them all for a new house, but half of the new houses built here may belong to the powerful and powerful here. Who doesn't get benefits when doing things? But after getting benefits, who cares about what they will do in the next three or five years?"
Yang Jiang didn't know where the document was on it, and suddenly there were beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
The old man calmed down and continued, "You did not look at the document carefully, nor did you think deeply. After Gu Shiwu allocated the new houses according to the head, although the new houses and shops built by him belonged to him, some of the benefits of selling and renting were also belonged to the residents in this alley. I asked the Youzhou student carefully, and he showed me a more detailed account book, which was calculated by two groups of people from two colleges in Youzhou. The proceeds of these sales and renting were enough to maintain the medicine and food and clothing for all the residents in this alley. Their documents were written.
The numbers are divided into numbers, not cold numbers written casually, but with their sincere intentions. Even if you officials have consciences, they feel that they have made efforts for the Tang Dynasty and have some sympathy. At most, they are responsible for their meals and gifts of condolences, but they do these things for their whole life! Also, I advise you to understand another business they want to do. The two businesses are connected together, and how many poor people like them can really benefit. After you calculate it carefully, you will tell us a clear conscience!"
After saying this, the old man and the people behind him who wanted to beat Yang Jiang to death here whispered a few words, meaning not to worry about Yang Zuyong and let him think clearly.
The crowd dispersed, and the old man left, leaving only Yang Jiang and the two people who were pasting paper kites in the yard.
The two people who pasted paper kites ignored Yang Jiang and treated him as air.
Yang Jian looked at the fingers of the two people in a daze. I don’t know how long he stayed, but he walked out of the yard and then slowly looked over the other yards. However, the two farmers who blocked Yang Jian at the entrance of the clinic followed him all the way.
Although these two farmers are poor at home, they are always better than the craftsmen in this alley. They are less angry as they look at them.
When Yang Jian walked out of the alley and walked to the avenue outside, looking at Huichun Hospital a little lonely, the two farmers also lost the interest of scolding him.
One of the farmers just looked at him with a sarcastic look and said, "Don't look, I can't see a flower, they won't sell the medicine to you. The people in that alley said it well. If you made people feel good enough before, and make the people in the streets and alleys grateful and admire you, then the people in this clinic will give you medicine even if they take their heads off. Let me be honest, if the work of that young man is done, the people in that alley can work for him. But what about you, your reputation is your own business, you think your life is worth it. Many historical books may leave your name, saying that you say "The Innocent Official, you think you have gained benefits, but what are the people in this clinic?"
"Forget it."
Another farmer felt uncomfortable when he looked at Yang Jiang and pulled the man away. "It was useless to tell this man that this man was very selfish, but he thought he was the best man in Chang'an. He just didn't know when his mother's fingers began to hurt. Will this great man think that other people's mother had no money to take medicine after so many years?"
...
Yang Jiang's pride was shattered by the words of these people.
When he returned to the door of his yard, his soul was lost.
He didn't know how to go in and meet his mother.
And now his mind is indeed full of the ulcerated skin on those people's hands and those thick and twisted joints.
However, at this moment, he smelled the familiar smell of the medicine soup.
At this moment, he even thought he had some illusion.
The medicine soup boiled in the medicine jar.
Yang Jiang stood in front of the stove and looked at the medicine jar. He didn't come to his senses until he saw his mother walking out of the inner room.
"Son, are you angry with someone again today?"
Yang Jiang's mother knew his son very well. When she saw that his face was wrong, she immediately asked a gentle question.
Yang Jiang had always reported good news but not bad news at home. He took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing big, but who sent this medicine?"
"It's Mr. Gu!" As soon as he mentioned the medicine, his mother was immediately happy.
"Mr. Gu?" Yang Jian's heart sank, and no one knows where the anger came from suddenly churned in his heart.
"Don't you know yet?" His mother laughed and said, "It's Mr. Gu Ningxi from the Mingyue Pavilion in Yankangfang. His people sent the medicine this morning, and the student who sent the medicine said that we don't have to pay for this medicine in the future, and someone will deliver it on time."
Yang Jiang's expression instantly became even more ugly.
His mother knew that he had misunderstood when she saw his expression. "It's not just about our family. Mr. Gu's people can tell them clearly. In the future, if anyone who suffers from this problem is really working for the Tang Dynasty, as long as he or his family members really contributes to the Tang Dynasty, they will arrange for doctors to come to see you. They will do everything they need."
"What!"
Yang Jiang's mind suddenly turned blank, and the anger and anger in his chest suddenly seemed to rush to the sky spirit veil, burning his sky spirit veil through.
"That's right."
But his mother smiled and said, "I know you think it's a bit incredible. There are so many people in Chang'an. What kind of money should be like over the years? But Mr. Gu's people said that Mr. Gu never broke his promise. He would do it naturally."
Yang Jian looked at his mother, and he had almost no way to think at this time.
"Why did he do something like this?"
He subconsciously said this.
"How can a woman like me understand what a person like Mr. Gu wants? He is not short of reputation, money, and has not entered the official career. I can't guess what a person like him wants." His mother laughed and said, "But the Youzhou student who sent the medicine told me that Mr. Gu has to do more things. Mr. Gu will not let those who really contribute to the Tang Dynasty suffer losses. He also said that Mr. Gu just felt that many people lost their lives to make the Tang Dynasty look like this now. First, he cannot let those lives lose their lives, and second, he also wants to make Chang'an what he likes as much as possible."
Yang Jiang could not speak for a moment. His clothes had been wet with sweat several times. At this time, sweat beads on his forehead rolled down again.
...
In the evening, He Haixin appeared in front of Gu Liubai.
He bowed to Gu Liubai and said calmly: "Yang Jiang changed his mind. He said he could let you try it. He apologized to you for what you are doing today, but he said that if you can't do what you promised in the future, he will definitely scold you again."
Chapter completed!